“I can't,” I forced out like a whine. I tried to keep up the pace but as her strokes grew bolder, harder, and as she used my wetness to trail up to my clit before rubbing horizontal strokes against the aching bundle of nerves… I began to lose myself. “You can’t come so easily, Kohl,” she teased. “I barely even touched you.” “Your pleasure feeds mine,” I gasped out as my hips jerked against her skilled fingers. “You made me come like a good boy,” she said. “So I thought you deserved a little present. Who knew you’re so sensitive?”
